Amber rolls her eyes. “They don’t rain, they parachute. I thought that was the coolest thing–that they just made their own. Spider-size.”

“Ah.” Doug grins. “Disillusionment.”

“No. I mean, yeah, I wanted one. Never have to worry about heights then, right? But when I found out they only use one strand, that they only…” She hesitates. “I’m not afraid of falling anymore, Doug.”

He can almost see the line between them, thinning, ready to snap: all the gossamer they have in common.